All the great things we know have come to us from neurotics. It is they who have founded religions and created great works of art.

Thanks to art, instead of seeing one world, our own, we see it multiplied and as many original artists as there are, so many worlds are at our disposal.

So we don't believe that life is beautiful because we don't recall it but if we get a whiff of a long-forgotten smell we are suddenly intoxicated and similarly we think we no longer love the dead because we don't remember them but if by chance we come across an old glove we burst into tears.

For, just as in the beginning it is formed by desire, so afterwards love is kept in existence only by painful anxiety.

It is often hard to bear the tears that we ourselves have caused.

One becomes moral as soon as one is unhappy.

Remembrance of things past is not necessarily the remembrance of things as they were.